Words sharper than knives,
Dig deep into my skin.
Slicing, cutting, slowly making me bleed.
I keep on blocking your jabs,
Eyes blinded by the pain.
I wield my weapon with hazy eyes.
Swinging madly as I strive
To inflict the same wounds upon you.
The taste of blood repells me.
So how can I can do the same?
The taste in my mouth is so bitter.
I want it no more.
Surviving this is paramount.
I want to end this war.
I will lay down my arms and
Leave to heal these wounds.
The bright sun bears down
As you debate my proposal.
Sweat slides down,
Pouring salt into my wounds.
A truce is called followed by a treaty.
Maybe differences will be reconciled.
I sit.
I listen to what has become an unconditional surrender.
Take all my weapons.
I am throught with the battling.
Take my armor,
I no longer need it.
Rejoice in the spilled blood,
So you can savor victory.
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